Don't you ever feel that definite sense of dread in your stomach? Creeping up between organ tissue like sickness in the dark, clinging to your very being and slowly eroding it away with unforgiving teeth and sharp talons? Do you ever feel like something might go wrong-- something will go wrong? You can feel it in your heart that the natural balance of luck and misfortune is going to be thrown off in a fit of terror and discord. Out of fear you begin to hide behind your b

  Sehun is scared. He doesn't want to let him go-- he never did. Every fiber of his being screams at him to go directly against the orders given, but he can't bring himself to. No. He's too terrified. Terrified of slipping up. Terrified of punishment. Terrified of loss. And at this point, he's terrified of breathing. He doesn't want to take in another breath in fear of continuing to live, to love.  

Sometimes Sehun hears voices. It's not a constant thing, no; they visit upon occasion before retreating back into whatever pocket of reality (or his own conscious, he can't tell) they camd from. Some are angry. Some nostalgic, some dreamy, and some completely indifferent. But they all have names.

"they told me green is not a creative color."   Joonmyun values himself as an adept addition to his branch of the FBI, a man capable of great things but humble enough to accept any complim

"Take me into your world, Joonmyun."   "You’re so beautiful, Joonmyun." he whispered. the glittering background of his eyes shone in a certain fondness for the creature before him, Cheshire cat grin tweaking his lips in a way that made the redh

Ten people.   Ten stories.  

“I can’t sleep, hyung." It was sad just how accustomed Minseok had grown to those words, sad how their garbled mix of mandarin and korean actually made sense to them, sad just how they had found themselves clinging to each other for a false sense of protection. It hurt for those words to hang unsaid in the cool night air, those three simple words that neve

Animation seemed to seize up and flow in slow motion as the images, blurred and blotched with a ghostly white that ate at the corners of each moment, flashed by in a leisurely pace that somehow left my head spinning like a drunken top.   Snow tainted by crimson.   Wide, deer-esque eyes.

  Kai wasn't normal. Sehun knew that all too well. Maybe that's why he was simply addicted to the abnormal boy. A day didn't go by when he didn't want to be enveloped by Kai's warm embrace, feel those plush lips against his own, be whisked away into Kai's dream world.

  Because I love you, Jongin. You are the sound of my beating heart. You are the dust that billows over the parched, paper-thin structure that is my heart. You are my puppeteer.   <•~*~•>  

Meet Kai. He's your average college student, attending a famous school for the performing arts and being damn proud about it. He lives alone in a fairly nice apartment around the center of Seoul, fending for himself and only himself.   Then along comes, literally, a little puff of brown and cream.   Meet Sehun. A part human-part feline abandonned by his previous owners due to how hard it is to care for him. Dumped onto the streets in a box that Kai 'accid

You'll be alright, even as the sun goes down and darkness tries to kill your light. I'll be here for you.